Work barely managed to distract me. Every few minutes, my daughter's naked form would flash in my mind. It might be the nude selfie I spied in her photos, or the seductive striptease she was forced to do in her modern truth or dare game. I forced myself to ignore it, but it was hard. It had been almost permanently hard since last night, when she had caught me jerking off. Despite her maintaining that it was all okay, I couldn't bring myself to finish the act. Instead I had spent the night restlessly tossing and turning and wrestling with myself.
Work was torture. I was tired. I was horny. I felt guilty and sick. I kept checking my phone, desperately wanting to go home but not wanting to look like I was leaving early.
Text from Nat:
Do you mind if Kiara comes around after school today? It's hot and she wants to swim. - Nat
Seeing her name made things even harder for me.
Of course. - Me
Thanks! Love you! Just let me know when you're on your way home - Nat
God, I don't think I'd ever be able to say no to her again. Jesus, get it together. You're just horny. You just need to clear the pipes and you'll be fine. Just go home and jerk off and you'll be back to normal.
The rest of the day dragged on in agony, until I couldn't take it anymore. I didn't have any meetings, or deadlines, so I packed my things to go. I had built enough good will to take an early Friday every now and again without attracting attention.
"Bye!" our front desk secretary called to me as I left. "Have a good weekend!"
I waved and tried to shuffle out as quickly as possible, using every schoolboy trick to hide the erection I had been sporting since morning. I only really relaxed once I had gotten to the parking lot and into my car. Safely confined in my air conditioned sedan on drive home, my apprehension was now turning to excitement. I could finish the video, and finish myself. Then I'd be good. This only grew as I pulled into my driveway and parked in the garage. I could barely contain myself, but was distracted hearing the music echoing around the house as I entered through the garage door. Synth pop melodies wafted through the air and all the back doors were open. It then struck me that Nat must be home already from school. My heart sank a little bit, knowing that could make it a bit more difficult for me to sneak away and jerk off. I wouldn't want her to catch me again, especially during the day when she might notice that I'm jerking off to one of her videos.
Sure enough, I saw the shapes of two girls laying on the lawn out by the pool. It must be her and Kiara. Okay, I should just go out and say hi and then tell them I need to do some work and we're all good, then I can sneak back into my room and finish.
I walked out onto our back lawn and towards the girls, instinctively looking down at the grass which needed to be mowed. I'd have to get to that. It grew so damn quickly this time of year.
"Hi Mr Roberts!" Kiara's voice greeted me.
"Hi girls," I replied.
"Oh my fucking god!" came Nat's voice, shrilly and in surprise.
In that exact same moment, my eyes and brain clicked into focus. I realized that they were both topless. Nat had reacted by sitting up with a start and covering herself with her hands. Kiara just lay on the ground, unfazed in her sunglasses. My eyes instinctually focused on her dark nipples bathing in the sunlight.
"Oh shit!" I replied, turning around. "I'm sorry!"
"I told you to let us know when you were coming home," Nat continued. "Why are you back so early?"
"I...." I stumbled a bit over my words. "I needed to do some work from home."
"Then go do it," she insisted.
"I'm sorry." I repeated as I started walking away. Fuck. What is wrong with me? Am I turning into a creepy old man? I could hear Kiara chastising Nat as I left.
"You don't have to be so rude to him," she said. "It's his own house. It's not his fault we're topless tanning."
"I don't want him gawking at your tits Ki," Nat replied.
"I don't mind." Kiara said quietly.
"I know you don't," Nat said even more quietly, I could barely hear her. "That makes it worse."
At that point the music drowned out their voices and I reentered the house. That interaction certainly didn't help matters for me. My cock was still straining against my pants. I reached down and readjusted it as I walked back to my bedroom. I locked the door, lay on the bed and opened my laptop. I stare at it for a moment before opening up iCloud.
I scroll through the pictures, past Nat's nude selfie and open up the video to find the spot that left me hanging the night before.
--
Kiara put her now lubricated palm back on Chris's cock.
"I don't know," she said. "But I don't want to take you out of the game just yet."
Chris moaned despite himself, putting his hands behind his head and laying on the floor as if he was suntanning.
"Ahhh this is the life," he said.
"Jesus, Chris," Nat sighed. "Only you could be an asshole even when you're getting a handjob."
"What?" he commented, but cut himself off as Kiarra fondled his balls. It was rough enough to startle him, but gentle enough not to hurt him.
"Chris," Jess said, out of nowhere. "Dare."
All attention shifted over to Jess. She was naked, they all were at this point, except Eric. Kiara still had her bottoms on too, now more apparent as she was stroking Chris' cock.
"Uhhhh..." Chris replied, with a moan. "Kinda busy here."
"Sing a song about Eddie's penis, until Kiara finishes," Jess completed her dare, with an uncharacteristic air of certainty.
No one said a thing for a moment, Kiara still stroking. Then everyone burst into laughter.
"What the fuck?" Chris asked, incredulous.
"You heard her," Kiara said, stopping her hand on his cock and looking at him expectantly. "Sing us a song."
Chris looked around for someone to back him up, but to no avail. Instead, everyone cackled maniacally and a few chants of "sing us a song" came out.
"Oh god," he said.
"Do it." Jess insisted.
"Uhhhhh," he mumbled, "Eddie's penis is biiiiiiig."
His singing was awful and hilarious. Kiara resumed her stroking, but the group had devolved into fits of giggles. Chris was clearly having difficulty being creative under the circumstances, and didn't have enough blood for both heads.
"It's soooo big, and so black," he continued awkwardly.
"Is that the tune of the star-spangled banner?" Eric called out within the laughter. Even Chris was smiling now.
He continued, now committing to the bit, "At the base of his knob, it's a big black ballsack!"
The alarm went off, and Kiara collapsed in laughter, letting go of Chris's cock, which seemed to be losing its rock-hard edge.
"I'm going to make that my theme-song," Eddie said.
"You ha ha fucking bitch Jess," Chris choked through his laughter.
"Be careful," she replied. "I've still got one dare left."
The laughter subsided as everyone repositioned themselves back into the circle and took a few sips of their drink. It seemed to disarm the group somewhat. Jess, who had been half hiding herself, now adopted an open body posture. Even Chris seemed more relaxed, despite the ode to cock he had just finished singing.
"Oh," Kiara exclaimed. "I almost forgot."
She reached forwards and tapped the screen. The wheel spun and it announced its next victim.
"Eric," it displayed. "Choose any girl in the room. Make out with her for 3 minutes."
"What!?!" moaned Chris. "You get the best dares!"
"Dude, you literally just got a hand job," Eric replied.
"Shhhhhh Chris," Kiara hissed. "Eric has to choose now."
The room fell silent, layering pressure onto Eric's shoulders. HIs eyes darted from girl to girl, each of whom tried to look as casual as possible. Well, except Kiara, who was pouting playfully.
"Ummmmm," he wondered loudly and obviously.
"Just come on already!" shouted Eddie.
Eric's eyes fixed on someone, "Nat."
Nat smiled at him, fluttering her eyelashes.
"No surprise there," moaned Chris.
Nat beckoned Eric towards her. He obeyed, walking over. She didn't rise to meet him so he knelt next to her. He hesitated for a moment, as she stared at him. He stared back.
"Fucking do it!" called Kiara.
They both smiled and lunged in, smooshing their faces together clumsily at first. Cheers erupted from their audience as their kiss evolved into a make out session. Nat pulled Eric towards her and fell backwards. Eric followed the kiss, crawling on top of her, their tongues wrestling each others'. Everyone else watched on as hands started to roam between the kissing couple.
"What are we all supposed to do?" asked Chris.
Kiara leaned forwards to look at the phone. The time was barely 30 seconds.
"We can't do another round until they're finished," Kiara said.
"Chris," interrupted Jess. "I have your final dare."
"Ohhhh good timing!" Kiara said in delight.
"Okay," said Chris with a sigh. "Go ahead. Lay it on me."
"I dare you to make Kiara cum using only your mouth," she said. "Before Nat and Eric finish."
"What!?!" exclaimed Chris.
Kiara laughed.
"You heard me," Jess said.
"You're running out of time," said Kiara. She was sitting cross legged on the floor now, but spread them out invitingly.
"Jesus Christ," Chris said as he crawled towards Kiara. He reached forward to her, clearly intending to pull off her panties down.
"No no no," Jess said. "Only your mouth remember?"
"Ahh fuck."
"Only two minutes," Jess said.
Chris laughed despite his visible panic. He leaned forwards on his hands and knees face forward towards her crotch. He tried to gently use his teeth to bite her panties and pull them off. His teeth slipped off. Kiara was giggling. His next try he managed to get a firm hold and succeeded in pulling her panties down. She brought her legs together and used her hands to help him get them down past her knees and eventually her feet. She leaned back and spread her legs, giving him a far easier approach. She was hairless, freshly waxed, with a pussy that hid its lips.
Jess cheered him on as he attacked it furiously with his tongue.
"Woah there tiger..." Kiara moaned. "Eaaaasy."
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Knock. Knock.
